Le Salon is a feature that spotlights interesting passages.
Love spelled out, and defined in two words: Sense and Sensebility. One of my favorite novels of Austen, I thought it a very poignant endeavor to ponder what one will accept in life. Which is more important? A love filled with passion, poetry, ecstatic reverie, or, a love that simply is, no matter the environment, no matter the circumstances...that is not reliant on fireworks and poetry, but that is soft and slow? I gather that these scales are extremes that should instead seek to be balanced. Why not both? I think one would very much benefit from a love that is slow, that is measured, and savoured, and yet filled with intrigue, and passion that simmers beneath its surface.